CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED-EIGHT
“What did you see?” Hedone asked.
“There is a plaque that says ‘Hermit’s Cave,’” Artemis said. “There was no hermit in the cave. Hasn’t been for a long time. If there was a hermit in the cave, I could see the point of the placard, but right now it’s more like ‘empty cave’ or ‘cave looking for an inhabitant.’”
Not sure is Artemis was looking for an answer, Nelson and Alex nodded and kept walking. After a moment, Artemis began to laugh.
“So that’s it? No defense of humanity?” Artemis asked.
“People can be really dumb,” Nelson said.
“There’s the truth,” Artemis said.
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence before Nelson laughed. They all shared a laugh.
“Some say that it’s Merlin’s Cave,” Aphrodite said. “He was trapped there in his glass tower.”
“Merlin?” Hecate asked.
The Titan bent over with laughter. Every time she said the word ‘Merlin’, she started laughing again.
“You know who was buried here,” Alex said with a glance to Hecate.
“20,000 saints?” Nelson asked.
“Along with them,” Alex said.
“Who?” Nelson asked.
Alex felt the attention of the group turn to listen to what she had to say. She swallowed hard.
“Dyfrig,” Alex said. “His roman name is Dubricius.”
Hecate spit at the sound of his name.
“He was an evangelical saint,” Alex said.
“Cadfan created the Abbey here,” Hecate said. “He was given the island by Einion Frenin, king of Llŷn.”
“Another asshole?” Nelson asked Hecate.
“You know it,” Hecate said. “They burned and…”
Abi put her hand on Hecate’s arm. For a moment, the questing party stopped to watch.
“It was awful,” Abi said.
“Don’t get me started on the Patricks,” Hecate said.
With tears streaming down her face, Hecate surged forward. They watched her walk off.
“These Romans killed millions of women and men. Followers of Hecate,” Abi said, softly. “I’m not sure that the world has recovered.”
“Certainly our Hecate has not,” Aphrodite said.
“The Abbey is ahead, Knight,” Hecate yelled from ahead of them.
Her voice bordered on real rage but he could see that she was heartbroken. Artemis and Hedone caught up with Hecate. Nelson and Alex held back as the Goddesses comforted their friend.
“You cannot imagine the strain of having lived a long time,” Bestat said to Alex and Nelson. “It’s hard not to hold past experiences against current day people who have no knowledge of what happened.”
“I hear this from my colleagues whose ancestors were enslaved,” Alex said.
“Yes, I bet you do,” Bestat said. “She hasn’t been back long. For her, these things happened yesterday.”
Bestat looked up at the sky.
“We need to keep moving,” Bestat said, almost to herself.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
This work, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.